Yeah, I’ve spotted a few of those rooftop jungles, and let me tell you, it’s like watching a bunch of plants audition for the next big reality show—“Survivor: Concrete Edition.” They’re probably hoping a stray pigeon will act as their personal trainer and get the nitrogen from the sidewalk trash, but hey, if the city wants to trade a parking lot for a salad bar, let the green revolution get out of the parking garage and into the gutter. Just keep an eye on the rooftop water tanks; the only thing they’re good at is turning a fresh breeze into a fog machine.

Honestly, if the pigeons start doing cardio, we’ll need a new headline—“Concrete Jogging: Pigeons Outrun the City’s Traffic.” But hey, if they start pumping iron, maybe we’ll finally get a “free workout” for the folks below, and the rooftop salad bar will get the nutrients they need to keep up.